"Hwell, the elevator could either take us to some good supplies, some enemies, or just simply drop us to our death." Dave said, not getting any closer to the elevator.
"Sooo...who want to be the guniea pig?"
"Yeah yeah, I'll be fi-" Mike veered over and started leaning on the wall "Maybe I'm not as up to it as a thought I was let's just stay here for a little bit and anyone care to share their water with me?"
"Ohhh...not good." Dave said, peering at the crimson liquid.
"One thing a depressed/manic person loves more then anything is someone they can have power over. Gives them a feeling of control that they ain't used to, yah know?"
"Anyone who isn't too weak will be appreciated. Even if she's a skinny lass, she'll be much stronger if things go to the worse." Dave said. "That's not an insult or anything, but fair warning. I've gained plenty of lumps and bruises because of the same mistake."
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